Lifting the curseA Poem by RevolutionaryHe might have bought you when he was a younger man Because that was the times We all had a plan A plantation of posibility A prosperous destiny This tabacco plantation will go down in history Not as a becon of pride for my klan...
This plantation of damnation has plighted our family There are souls tied to nooses dangling from trees there is a graveyard in the bushes that bares no headstones a graveyard filled with restless souls and tired beaten bones.
I was a child when Daddy sold his last slave a brave little boy ...
That boy may have been you You are about my age Over the century you sure have changed Changed like the visions which haunt this place vauguely familiar Yet never the same I am sickened by the memory of the slaves murdered here They forbid me to leave.
That boy ,if he's you put a curse on my klan If I ever leave this God forsaken land all of my children are forever damned
Everyone I love abandoned me in this place Where the fields of tobacco laced with blood and disgrace I don't wish to leave I just want to dream when I go to sleep I want to dream About when we used to play when I was a boy and you were a slave.
If you have come here today to lift this curse there is no need for a funeral no need for a hurst Bury me in the bushes with no headstone so I may free those poor souls and carry them home.
© 2013 RevolutionaryAuthor's Note
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13 Reviews Added on May 20, 2012 Last Updated on April 10, 2013 AuthorRevolutionaryhale, MIAboutI write for fun.I have a beach and trail cleanup group.I find a lot of treasures on the beach more..Writing
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